Monster
This monster I see
hides under my bed.
With big long ears,
he looks like a wolf.
Who’s grown too tall,
or I am too small.
with the eyes of a demon
sunk in his skull.
He bares his teeth.
Trying to reach me.
His pants are torn
he has no shirt.
He walks on two legs.
Always trying to get me.
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